yo wusup ppls....i havnt dropped shit in here for over a minute now...
so this here's a peice i recorded...u can hear it by clicking on the link under my banner...i thought it was fuckin ill at the end (thanks Spok3n! much love fam)...so read on and enjoy yall!
*props to Ozmosis for a fuckin awesome beat*
The listeners are about to witness The Difference....TUCO get jazzy on yall
but my man...i got one question for you....mind if i ask?..
wats an Alliance?
well first off its ppl grouped together
none considered better, down for whatever
better yet, its a nation founded on itself
stay together even when our efforts get put on the shelf
wait a minute....ain't a nation built upon the money?
guess this means ur on the next bus to Biscayne honey
on the way....pass thru and get us some chalupas
we need some food for thought to spark this mixtape with some 'Super'
form rhymes which to us are nuthin but the Throwaways
grab our stack of notebooks, blindly pickin' out the "rainy days"
gettin' mad jazzy, classy, i think im ready
to burn this track for all its packin', Spoken, keep it steady
Ozmosis beats are heavy, takes me time to carry
so much juice and energy, i swear i feel like Barry
not Manilow or even Williams or Sonnenfeld
talkin bout Bonds, San Francisco's product sell
hits the homers past the seats, past the lakes, beyond
breaks the window at the Balco headquarters in Guam
blind as ppl get they seem to know the vison clear
they hear but force themselves to deaf, the phase can last us years
the point im making....just stop and look around
cash rules evrything that weighs at least a pound
that cd? owned. that dream ur havin'? owned.
cause even sexual fantasies involve SOME money flow
quietly we strain against the high authorities
cause thanks to Acts by Patriots we have no privacy
we must rebel against em, fuck gettin diplomatic
lets take it the streets and let our actions cause the static
automatic sprays, lets start the marathon
down the boulevard and avenues, past the Rent-a-Car
turnin' hard, catchin' breath, runnin' less, livin' hard
chasin' broads, droppin outta school, drawing life straws
if i pick the best one....then im jettin' off to Candyland
where everything is edible, an thats including lady pants
'tasty' is this fantasy's title till i wake
hear Common on the radio say "Go" cause it was fake
journey to "The Corner" just so i can "Be" myself
"Faithful" to the end cause "Love Is" sumthin i cant help
i fall in it as only "Real People" picture it
"They Say" u have to "Testify" ur feelings towards spirits
but then i hear voices talkin "It's Your World"
i jump to reality and eat "The Food" thats served
payin homage to a classic that inspired dead fans
to realize this genre's still holding on by strands
Different Werdz takin back wats been ours before
Miami needs more than crunk sounds to reach the core
i swear my ears are sore, its a bore how they last
the consumer buys anything that makes em shake some ass
well what about the lonely times, dark nites alone?
pop in some Difference and listen to my many flows
turn Spoken up a notch an try and hear his message
the man can get poetic in a second just to bless this
microphone for the love of orchestrating music
mad respect to OZMO's contributions to our unit
now that i got Jazzy yall aint safe to keep me muted
im outta breath from spittin' but my actions keep on shooting